This is a song about "Canadian tire store"

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Then go jack a niggas tony award, pawn it at store

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside